I am too old to go on amusement park rides. There, I've said it. If you are the only person on the ride over 17, it's good bet that you will throw up at the exit of the ride.
However, when you're other choice is to disappoint a 9 year old, well, you're never too old for the fair!
So after 12 rides on everything ranging from the Ferris wheel to the Tilt a Whirl to the Caterpillar (this one places you in a rollercoaster type seat and whips you around in a 20 foot circle while it hurtles over "bumps" that sort of mimic a caterpillar shape) I was feeling sick to my stomach and ready for traction. Rose however was just getting started. A bag of cotton candy and an alarmingly large caramel apple later we had won a pink and purple sparkly unicorn and an inflatable plastic hammer with the word "spoiled" on the side. It was a dream come true to end a long boring summer for Rose.
In the end, I have whiplash and I am pretty sure some soft tissue in my brain has been permanently damaged. Before the trip to the fair I told Rose I couldn't afford to invite any other kids with us on our trip to the fair- next year I will take the post fair medical bills into account in my calculations.
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